DISCLAIMER
This story will contain mentions of medical abuse, drug abuse, sex and suicide. Please proceed with caution.
This story takes place at the beginning of Season 4. However, there is a time gap between the first trip to Mexico. Derek is now back to his own age. Liam is a werewolf, but has been for longer. The Deadpool will be featured in this story, but once again, there will be a larger time gap between the events.
Sexual content may feature in this story, but this will happen far further into the story.
This story will include themes such as mental health and suicide, which will be referenced throughout this story. Any explicit chapters will contain a warning.
This story is also published on Wattpad under the username 'Babixxi'. Both stories belong to me and were exclusively written by me.
CHAPTER 1
It was a gloomy September night in Beacon Hills. The streets were deserted, lit only by the few street lamps that worked. The wind echoed through the streets like a howl, the moon accompanying it like an old friend. No one dared to be up at that time. Well, no one except a select few.
Eichen House was still very much awake, screams echoing through the bleak corridors and rattling the walls. People sobbed and yelled in agony, banging against the metal doors, hoping and praying that someone would hear them. But no one ever did, and that was the sad reality for Lily Walton.
She didn't know why or how she'd arrived at Eichen House. In fact, she didn't remember much of her life before Eichen House. Faces and voices were indistinguishable in her mind, a blur of what had once been her life in a place far far away from her small cell. She didn't remember names or places, as if it had all been washed away.
She liked to believe that one day she'd leave the institution and live a normal, healthy teenage life. She must've been at least a junior, possibly even a senior. Time blurred in the small cell, and although she tried not to dwell on the lost time too much, it was impossible not to think with the loneliness that plagued her in the institution.
"She's changed quite a bit, hasn't she?" She'd heard one of her nurses whisper a few weeks ago, "Maybe we should release her soon."
"Her grandparents are getting suspicious after all," One of the doctors mused, "I'll see what I can do."
She didn't like to hold onto hope. It tended to wound her more in the long run, she'd learnt. She had hoped that her parents hadn't died in a fire all those years ago, but her world came crashing down after the two burnt bodies were found. She'd hoped that no one would find her, that no one would lock her up, but that hope died when she woke up in the dim old cell, spending her days lonely and scared.
She didn't remember much. She remembered the screaming and crying, mostly from herself, and she remembered the pain she felt when her eye was damaged. She could feel the long thin cut across her eye, starting at her eyebrow and ending on her cheek. It kept her grounded, reminding her that it was all, in fact, real. That she wasn't living in a fantasy world or a dream.
Of course, she was never completely alone. She couldn't be. There were souls trapped in Eichen House, unheard voices. She could see them wandering through the corridors, never realising that someone could in fact hear them, maybe even help them. She'd spoken with a few briefly, but that had resulted in a doctor walking in and injecting her with sleep medication, as if to punish her for her gift, or well, curse.
She lay on top of her bed for hours, begging for sleep to take her. She wished to wake up from the god-awful nightmare she was succumbing to, but she was resigned to the idea of it never ending. However, sleep eventually took her, keeping her unaware of what was to come.
That cold September night, three officers marched into Eichen House. The Sheriff soon followed, all four with determined looks etched upon their faces.
"We're here to lift any and all charges against patient Lilith Walton," Sheriff Stilinski began as he marched up to the front desk, placing the paperwork in front of the nurse, "She is to be released immediately."
The nurse pursed her lips in annoyance, pressing down on her intercom button, "Doctor Fenris? We have a situation down in reception."
"Sheriff Stilinski, I have some concerns regarding this patient," Doctor Fenris tried as the officers walked with him to the Supernatural wing, "She's rather... Fragile."
"She's been through a lot of trauma," Sheriff Stilinski agreed, "But she was the victim. She should not be treated as a criminal."
Doctor Fenris stopped outside the locked door of the supernatural ward, giving the Sheriff a pointed look. Sheriff Stilinski nodded before waving over his deputy, Jordan Parrish.
"He's coming in with me," the Sheriff stated as the Doctor unlocked the door.
The other two officers stayed behind and waited as Sheriff Stilinski and his partner made their way down the first gloomy corridor of the supernatural ward. Screams could already be heard from distant cells, shaking the two officers to their core.
"As I was saying," Doctor Fenris continued, "I'm of the strong opinion that the patient is in need of more medical attention, and that she's not ready for release yet."
"Then I guess it's appropriate that her agreed guardian is a qualified nurse," Deputy Parrish interrupted, a smirk forming on Sheriff Stilinski's face.
"The fact still remains that her condition is unstable," Doctor Fenris continued forcefully, "If she is released early, another... Accident may ensue."
The conversation ended as Doctor Fenris stopped outside Lily's cell, pulling out a set of keys. The two officers peered in through the thick glass window to see a thin girl asleep on the uncomfortable-looking hospital bed. Her messy dark hair was splayed out around her, her face contorted in discomfort. She didn't seem dangerous, but something told the Sheriff that there was much more than what met the eye.
"Lily Walton," Doctor Fenris announced as he stepped into the cell, awaking the young girl, "Congratulations. Your release day is due."
Everything was a blur. Lily could see her legs moving, but she felt completely numb to the world around her. She could vaguely hear the officers speaking on either side of her, but their voices were muffled, the world around her spinning.
"She's still on heavy medication," She heard Doctor Fenris explain, "It will wear off soon, probably by the time you leave the ward."
She was aware of the curious eyes watching her as she walked past numerous cells, the constant screaming of the ward having died down to mumbles. A couple of spirits even paused their haunting to watch the girl be released from the ward, shock on their ghostly pale faces.
"No one ever leaves the ward alive," one of them mumbled to the other, "She must be special."
But as soon as she stepped out of the ward, it was as if something had clicked. The haziness had faded like magic, leaving a dull ache in her head. She blinked in confusion as she took in her surroundings, four officers and her doctor now surrounding her.
"What's going on?" She demanded, her voice hoarse from the lack of use, "Where are you taking me?"
"Relax," the female officer tried, moving to face her, "You're being released."
"Why?" Lily continued, panic constricting her voice, "What happened?"
"All charges were lifted Miss Walton," Doctor Fenris explained as he scribbled onto a clipboard, "But this is not the place to discuss such things. If you were to follow me, please."
Lily took hesitant steps towards the Doctor as he began leading the group down another set of corridors. Her legs felt weak, the movement of walking unfamiliar. No one was ever released from the supernatural ward, and if they were it was only because they were dead. She didn't feel dead, and she definitely hoped she wasn't, but she couldn't be too sure.
The Doctor lead them all into a private room, a desk and three chairs placed in the middle. Two chairs sat together on one side whilst the other remained alone on the other.
"You're more than welcome to stay in the room, but only the Sheriff is required for this procedure," Doctor Fenris explained to three of the officers.
The three officers looked at each other before two hesitantly left the room, standing on each side of the closed door. The third leant against a wall, crossing his arms and watching the Doctor carefully.
"Please Miss Walton, take a seat," Doctor Fenris insisted, gesturing to the lone seat on the other side of the desk.
As Lily slowly sat on the uncomfortable wooden seat, the Sheriff and the Doctor sat across from her, both with their own sets of paperwork in hand.
"Now Lily," Doctor Fenris continued, "As you've been told, the charges against you have been dropped. Both criminal and medical ones. This leaves you with no obligation to remain here, however you are more than welcome to stay in the institution if you see so fit."
"I want to leave," Lily replied immediately, "The sooner the better, actually."
The Doctor pursed his lips in annoyance, straightening his tie before continuing.
"As you know, you've been put on medication for the duration of your stay here. This will continue for at least three months after your release, and then we will conduct a mandatory screening on you to see if we need to change your medication whatsoever, or if to continue with the previous dosage."
Lily nodded, desperate to follow any terms and conditions as long as it meant she'd be out of her cell for good.
"I'd like to raise a point," the Sheriff announced, leaning closer to Lily, "What are you?"
"Excuse me?" Lily replied, panic settling into her head.
"The Sheriff and his deputy are both fully aware of the supernatural activity in Beacon Hills," the Doctor supplied, "This is what I wanted to discuss with you Sheriff. Although we have spent a very long time researching with Lily, we are yet to find out what she is exactly. We asked a local specialist to come in and help us, but he refuses to work with us."
"Alan Deaton?" The Sheriff asked, "I'll have a word with him in the next few days."
"Excellent," Doctor Fenris agreed before turning back to Lily, "Now Miss Walton, there are a few questions the Sheriff intend to ask you."
"I know what he wants to ask me," Lily interrupted, ignoring the two ghosts that had decided to peer into the room through the wall, "I have no recollection of that night, nor the months leading up to me ending up in here. The last thing I remember is-"
"Your suicide attempt," Doctor Fenris finished, "How about we discuss that, shall we?"
"I don't think that's necessary," The Sheriff continued, a thankful smile slipping through Lily's lips, "Is there any way to recover her memory?"
"We've tried, but nothing's worked so far," Doctor Fenris explained, "We'll have to hand it over to her new therapist until the next medical screening, but rest assured we'll continue our research."
The next hour passed in a blur. Lily signed multiple documents and unsuccessfully tried to answer unanswerable questions about herself. The small meeting ended with Lily being handed over a box of her possessions and clothes from her arrival at the institute, the final proof of her release.
After having changed out of her itchy white hospital gown and into a pair of jeans and a purple sweater, Lily followed the officers and the Doctor through many winding corridors in the institution and to the reception area. The sun had begun rising outside, meaning it was now the early hours of the morning. However, after looking around the reception for a while, Lily noticed something.
"Where are my grandparents?" She demanded, "Shouldn't they be here to pick me up?"
"Unfortunately, no one was able to get into contact with them," the Sheriff explained, "In fact, we were unable to contact any of your immediate family. However, a local nurse has happily offered to take you in until we can get you in contact with one of your relatives."
"So I'm meant to be staying in a strangers house?" Lily asked, but in reality, what she was really wondering was who on earth would willingly want to take in a recently released mental institution patient?
"We should be on our way now," the Sheriff continued, "But I can guarantee that Melissa McCall will be more than suitable as a guardian."
Melissa McCall. That was her guardian's new name. The name seemed familiar in her head, like a whisper of the past from a distant world she'd left long ago. However, before she could ponder much on the familiar name, she felt a warm hand press on her shoulder.
"We really should get going," Deputy Parrish insisted, the warmth of his hand radiating through Lily's cold body, "Is there anything else Doctor?"
"My phone number," the Doctor supplied, "Please make sure Miss Walton is provided with my phone number at your earliest convenience. Apart from that, I think that's all."
"We'll be leaving then," the Sheriff finished, shaking the Doctor's hand, "Nice seeing you again Conrad."
"Likewise Sheriff," the Doctor replied, "And please, send your son my best."
Something shifted in the Sheriff, tensing at the mention of his son. Lily was sure she wasn't the only one to notice, however no one spoke as the group of officers and the girl left the institution, never to return the same again.